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I have never asked anything for purely selfish reasons from my friendslist. At least, never openly, I just implied.
This is *serious*.
I still can't send out email, but can receive it, which is kind of like being a roach motel, and wow, gross.
So I need a favor.
Just email![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
svmadelyn at svmadelyn@livejournal.com and tell her that I am a dim shadow of my sparkly self if she does not come online *right now* to entertain me.
So far, three have been sent, and she mocks me. I'd hate to resort to desperate measures to get her attention.
I do things like this, left unsupervised.
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They held him down the first time.
Rodney doesn't remember anything about that day before that, coming conscious on some horror-movie version of a medical bed, eyes opening on almost-silent grunts, dragged from unconsciousness by something he can't even name. John was strapped down to another bed and convulsing under the attentions of three white-clad bodies.
Spine a painful arch from the thin mattress, mouth gagged, eyes rolled back, and God, Rodney remembers thinking. God. He was *screaming*.
They held him down and shot him up, watching him seizing with detached curiosity, then took him away, to that room, to the chair, strapped him in, made him their living, breathing key, their way to activate a fortress and take over a world.
Rodney doesn’t remember anything until they brought him back, dumping him on the cool floor of their cell, still shaking with involuntary reaction. Rodney remembers pulling him to the cot and stretching him out, John's fingers tangled in the sheet beneath his cheek, saying the same thing over and over.
His name, hissed sharply between clenched teeth. His rank. His serial number.
Neither of them slept that night.
This is *serious*.
I still can't send out email, but can receive it, which is kind of like being a roach motel, and wow, gross.
So I need a favor.
Just email
svmadelyn at svmadelyn@livejournal.com and tell her that I am a dim shadow of my sparkly self if she does not come online *right now* to entertain me.So far, three have been sent, and she mocks me. I'd hate to resort to desperate measures to get her attention.
I do things like this, left unsupervised.
*****
They held him down the first time.
Rodney doesn't remember anything about that day before that, coming conscious on some horror-movie version of a medical bed, eyes opening on almost-silent grunts, dragged from unconsciousness by something he can't even name. John was strapped down to another bed and convulsing under the attentions of three white-clad bodies.
Spine a painful arch from the thin mattress, mouth gagged, eyes rolled back, and God, Rodney remembers thinking. God. He was *screaming*.
They held him down and shot him up, watching him seizing with detached curiosity, then took him away, to that room, to the chair, strapped him in, made him their living, breathing key, their way to activate a fortress and take over a world.
Rodney doesn’t remember anything until they brought him back, dumping him on the cool floor of their cell, still shaking with involuntary reaction. Rodney remembers pulling him to the cot and stretching him out, John's fingers tangled in the sheet beneath his cheek, saying the same thing over and over.
His name, hissed sharply between clenched teeth. His rank. His serial number.
Neither of them slept that night.
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From:*happy place*
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From:*happy place*
In relation to this story...that happy place had better be with intact John curled up with Rodney ;)
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From:It will be that way. Trust me.
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From:It will be that way. Trust me.
Whew :)
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From:*raises hand*
I knew, I knew!
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From:That's the spirit. I could *expire*. And it would be tragic, since I still have to destroy John's soul up there.
*sighs dreamily*
Mmmm. Soul destruction.
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From:There's more, isn't there! I know there is!
*pants after story*
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From:*whimper* are you planning on making it better? *hopeful*
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From:It's not like you can have Rodney cheat on John in the freaking cell and then go and get Elizabeth pregnant with triplets and then he's the President and they're having sex in John and Rodney's bed.
I was planning on coming on like--eight minutes ago as I just finished a section of my story, but it's become a matter of...I don't know, principle now.
Because you're scary. And because *calling me out* should not be *rewarded*. My God.
The only ones getting hurt here are Caelum, CJ and Nonchop you know. *sad* All caught in the middle.
Also, two people have actually e-mailed me--why can't you ever use your powers for good?
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From:It coudl go there.It could go there and crossover with SV and Lex can cheat on Calrk with John and oh yes. I could totally pull that off.
Also, two people have actually e-mailed me--why can't you ever use your powers for good?
Really? *glows* I love them. So. Much.
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From:Technically, that's probably three now.
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AHAHAHAHA
From:I saw Seperis' request that we e-mail you and ask you to go on-line.
However, if you're staying off-line until she makes things right in the "Somewhere I Have Never Traveled" universe after completely wrecking everyone with that snippet she posted months ago - then go you!
*grins*
Love to you both,
*name taken out to protect the cool and innocent*
HAHAHAHA I COULD MAKE IT ABOUT THIS YOU KNOW. YOU WOULDN'T LAST A WEEK AS EVIDENCED CLEARLY HERE.
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From:I feel rebellious in my loneliness now.
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From:Epic war. It'd be something to do.
Sure, the outcome is pretty predictable--I'd win; after all, I save chat convos and I know how to create communities and mobilize the populace. I'm sure you'd put up a good, memorable fight--you know, Clark and Rodney getting cheated on horribly, Chloe and Elizabeth ending up mysteriously pregnant--possibly Ronan too-- Rodney getting run over by a truck and then Lana nursing him to health all "Misery" style but...
I'm younger and hungrier, I suppose. *peels back chocolate bar* And there was that whole screwdriver to the heart thing back in May that you ought to be *percolating* with instead of *calling me out needlessly*.
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From:Also, you should come online and block her and talk to me. That'd show her! And why should I also be punished in this scenario?
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From:*has no breath*
Wow.
You know, it's groovy-cool writing like this that is going to suck me into SGA fandom. *damns you all...except not really*
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